

The Ballad of FrankensteinThe Ballad of Frankenstein Joseph BurseyThe Ballad of Frankenstein
All the men that live on Earth Feel the need to create Even a doctor, a man of science Is destined to this fate He so desires to be a God They will all hear his cry I will create in my image If God can, why cant I In his hurry he gathers parts From executed mad men Only evil can come of this A killer, born again He raises his creation high To a stormy night Lightning strikes, creating life Everyone is in fright The hand begins to slowly rise Like something in his dreams &
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!?!? You Know What ?!?!
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Love is just Love", it can never be explained.
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Here's to your coffin...
May it be built of 100 year old oaks which I will plant tomorrow...
It is 3:00am, I have a hell of a headache and no desire to sleep. I feel almost a part from my mind, I know I need to sleep, but alas I sit here, listening to Iceberg radio's metal stations, 80's Aggression is a good one, so is Prog Power. I think I will start adding stuff to this page slowly but surely.
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